User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-2246928-20140724202222/@comment-2246928-20140815192812

Slank stood facing the ferret, two of Raggs' newest crew lying slain at his feet. The weasel's long seacoat was stained with fresh blood to join the old ones as he ran a paw down his cutlass' honed blade. The weasel was less than amused at the ferret's appearance. "So, would you mind telling me why exactly your bilgescum are destroyin' my ship?"